Maris stood by Lucan's side, her soft pink hair catching the sunlight, framing her delicate face in waves that cascaded over her shoulders. Her light blue eyes sparkled with excitement as they prepared for the lift ride. Dressed warmly in a soft white jacket lined with fur at the collar, Her long, snow-white scarf fluttered gently in the breeze, and her flushed cheeks from the cold air only enhanced her ethereal beauty. Maris looked otherworldly, almost like an angel lost in the mortal world, blending effortlessly with the snowy landscape surrounding them.
"This looks about right," Lucan said, pulling her back from his thoughts and focusing on the task ahead. "Shall we take the lift and slide down from the top?"
"Yes, let's go!" Maris responded eagerly, her voice light with enthusiasm.
